Powers

 
 
I slept where the apple bees lie,
where the tumble-tum water butt sits in the dark,
where the snow sets heavy before a smattering rain,
where the autumn leaves fall in scatter-down-space,
patterns misplaced around any given thicket  
or deciduous tree.
I slept where the mountain mouse speaks,
where rivers have veins
and again began contemplating
the length of our freedom.